(8) for the crumbs on the floor — remnants of meals shared with blood family and God’s family.
(9) For the delight emanating from Isaiah’s face when he hears the garage door at 6.15 p.m.: “Daddy?” Yes, I nod, and he dashes to the door.
(10) For learning to knit (again), for the soft comfort of yarn slipping through my fingers, for the gentle instruction of my mother,
(11) for the honest words of a good friend. He taught me of love and of grace.
(12) For the bounty of home-grown produce from Kansas — peppers, apples, tomatoes, eggs, beef, more apples, beans, apricots, salsa, onions, potatoes, pears, watermelon! Oh, edible joy!
(13) For the contemplative atmosphere of sweeping and scrubbing the floor,
(14) for the persistence of grace, which breaks through my cloudy thoughts and brings me to daylight.
